Dijun, your cute concubine bit someone again

Chapter 842 Hate Because You Care
"How is Xiao Linger now?" Lan Ling asked eagerly.

Xuanyuan Hao glanced at Lan Ling, pulled his thin lips, flashed a shallow sneer, and did not answer Lan Ling.

He walked to Lan Ling's side, looked at Duanmu Ke'er who was strangled by Lan Ling with his dark eyes, parted his thin lips, and said coldly: "What's the use of keeping such a damned woman?"

Murderous, spreading.

Xuanyuanhao raised his slender fingers, and a powerful palm wind passed, Duanmu Keer, who was strangled by Lan Ling, flew out, and ruthlessly smashed on the wooden coffins that were stacked on top of each other.

The wooden coffin had been placed for a long time, how could it withstand the weight of Duanmu Ke'er?With this smash, the wooden coffin under her was torn apart. At this moment, the upper wooden coffin lost its balance and also fell down.

Duanmu Ke'er let out a muffled snort, and the upper coffin tilted down, pressing all over her body. Soon, Duanmu Ke'er's body and head were no longer visible.

A strong musty smell permeated the room, Lan Ling covered her nose and quickly retreated out. The musty smell mixed with corpse smell was too suffocating.

However, as soon as Lan Ling came out, she saw Xuanyuan Hao attacking Zhu Qing suddenly.

"Don't kill him, Xuanyuanhao." Lan Ling's figure flashed in again, grabbing Xuanyuanhao's arm.

"Let go." Xuanyuan Haojun's face was extremely cold.

"The reincarnation mirror is still sucking blood, if you kill Zhuqing, the palace of the underworld may collapse."

"Collapse, and I will take you away safely."

Seeing that Xuanyuanhao was determined to kill Zhuqing, Lan Ling suddenly felt uneasy. At this moment, the blood-clothed man in the mirror of reincarnation moved.Lan Ling turned his back to the Mirror of Rebirth and didn't see it, but Xuanyuan Hao could see it clearly, his brows were furrowed, his eyes were as cold as a lake.

Zhu Qing looked at the blood-clothed man in the Mirror of Rebirth, her pale thin lips raised a very sly smile at Xuanyuan Hao, her phoenix eyes seemed to be splashed with two drops of bright red blood, and gradually filled her red-black eyes, It turned into a strange red.

These scarlet pupils are no different from Xuanyuan Hao's pupils when he was possessed by demons.

Xuanyuanhao suddenly put his arms around Lan Ling's shoulders, pulled her behind him, brushed her little hand away forcefully, drew out the bone sword, and stabbed at the back of Zhuqing's heart mercilessly.

Lan Ling's eyes widened, filled with disbelief and shock, not because Xuanyuanhao wanted to kill Zhuqing, but because...the sword that Xuanyuanhao drew...was drawn from Xuanyuanhao's back. He can see clearly from behind...

Bone sword, bone sword.

No wonder it's called Bone Sword!

When did Xuanyuanhao cultivate this kind of evil skill?Actually tempered the spine into a bone sword?Can you still draw freely?

The bone sword pierced through Zhu Qing's heart, not a single drop of bright red blood flowed out, Zhu Qing looked like a normal person, with a bewitching smile on the corner of his mouth, looking at Xuanyuanhao.

There was a sharp pain in Lan Ling's heart, as if she had been pierced by something, and with a puff, a large amount of blood spewed out of her mouth.

"Ling'er." Seeing Lan Ling spurting blood, Xuanyuan Hao's fingers trembled, and his heart also trembled. The one he wanted to kill was Zhu Qing, but the one who was injured turned out to be Lan Ling.

Lan Ling was so distressed that she took a breath, suppressed the huge pain, and shot at Zhu Qing with sharp eyes.She almost forgot that Zhu Qing once had a life-and-death calamity on her body, and this calamity was really timed.

Lan Ling sneered in her heart, Zhu Qing was still Zhu Qing after all, he was not Zhu'er, and when life and death were really at stake, Zhu Qing would exchange her life...for his life without hesitation.

"I'm fine." Lan Ling's heart was cold, and she said coldly, "Haohao, kill him."

I finally realized it!If Zhuqing is not dead, her life and death kalpa will never disappear.

She could bear the great pain in her heart, as long as she could kill Zhu Qing.

Xuanyuanhao was a little surprised that Lan Ling would say such a thing?Suddenly, his pupils shrank sharply, and he saw that Lan Ling's chest was stained red with blood, and her slender fingers trembled even more violently, almost letting go of the bone sword in his hand.

"If you kill the master, you will die." Zhu Qing's demonic eyes were cruel and cold: "Lan Ling, do you want to use yourself to be buried with the master?"

"You're dreaming." Lan Ling's eyes were cold, and she suddenly reached out and grabbed Xuanyuanhao's bone sword, and pulled it hard. The pain in her heart made her almost spit out another mouthful of blood. Swallowing it back, raised the bone sword, and slashed towards Zhu Qing's neck.

"It's really a cruel little fox." Zhu Qing smiled coldly at the corner of her mouth, her phoenix eyes glistened strangely, and inexplicable emotions flashed across her.At this moment, the sharp fingers seemed to be sucked dry of blood, and the white light covering his hands also faded. Zhu Qing stepped back, and the bone sword grazed his neck.

The red-clothed man in the mirror of passing away suddenly flew out, the size of a palm, as if covered in blood, he flew towards Zhu Qing's chest...

Xuanyuanhao's expression changed, and he stretched out his hand to grab the man in red, thinking he could hold it tightly, but who knows... the man in red passed through his palm and flew into Zhu Qing's chest.

In an instant, the wound on Zhu Qing's chest gradually healed, his scarlet robe moved automatically without any wind, and his body gradually floated into the air, his black hair flying evilly, and his pale face recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Lan Ling was not reconciled, and pursued him in mid-air, injecting [-]% of the profound energy into the bone sword with his arm, and the sword glowed so brightly that it was unstoppable.

Zhu Qing's phoenix eyes flashed demon cold, when the bone sword stabbed, a spherical barrier surrounded him, every time Lan Ling stabbed with the sword, her heart would feel a sharp pain.

The blood stained Lan Ling's clothes red and dripped to the ground. Her stubborn little face had a cold expression, as if she was unwilling to kill Zhu Qing.

Dong Xu looked terrified, his handsome face had already turned pale: "Miss Lan, stop quickly, you will die if you continue like this."

But Lan Ling didn't seem to hear it, she seemed to be in a daze, and she was unhappy if she didn't kill Zhu Qing.Maybe she didn't hate Zhuqing that much before, but now, she hates him very much, and she can't tell why she has such emotions, maybe... because she cares...that's why she hates him so much.

Xuanyuan Hao flew up into the air, hugged Lan Ling's body, took away the bone sword in her hand, and brought her down. Seeing the blood on her chest, his handsome face was as cold as an ice sculpture, and he said, "You really want to die?"

Lan Ling's head hurt a little, she looked at Xuanyuan Hao, that handsome and extraordinary face seemed to change into Zhu Qing's charming face, a hateful face, she clenched her fist tightly: "Xuanyuan Hao, why is your face So similar to Zhuqing's? Tell me, why?"

And the blood-clothed man in the mirror of passing away, his face is obviously Xuanyuan Hao, why...flying towards Zhu Qing?

"Do you really want to know why?" Zhu Qing seemed to be revived with full blood, and Yaomei's face also returned to normal blood color. His voice was strange and cold, but it was full of temptation, luring Lan Ling hearing.

Lan Ling turned her eyes and raised her head to look at Zhu Qing in the air. His voice seemed to have changed, and seemed to resemble Xuanyuan Hao's voice. If it wasn't for that enchanting face, Lan Ling almost thought it was Xuan Yuan Hao who spoke.

"Why?" she wondered, wanted to know.

(End of this chapter)